Lyrics:
runnin on and on and on
And I'm runnin on and on and on
And I'm runnin on and on and on
And I'm runnin
I'm runnin
Baby where you goin lemme go with you
poured up on liquor
Smokin' smokin' takin' pics wit her sister
Dance floor bangin' zoom by a lil quicker
Two broads came through, one skinny one little
the reason she chose, as the regency rolls, on zeros, the pearl white Olds
Mobile, shit I'm a ride high til I die or get killed
Smoke like fields, forever
a movie but first I gotta read my script
After that I get it popping at the La Mentage
I'm getting skull in the Ferrari, bottom garage
Then it's back
ever seen
This what family mean, nigga
I'm only tryin' to get my dough right
Still I'm labeled as a lowlife
Because I ass-bet when I roll dice
Put
perfect but I'm decent
I ain't goin' back broke for no reason
My drip, it might leave a puddle
Need Bounty to clean it up
I'm the quicker picker upper,
go fast but the turn around quicker
This chain on my neck keep me frosty like winter
Head to the doctor I'm getting them sicker
Pull up in this and we
and where we live at
How much my Vee cost and where my cash stash at
But the feds still couldn't get nuttin
J.M. still stuntin and frontin
Chorus: Jamal
One
of the body
It's the same outcome
I get physical where I'm from
You too little and frail i'm Steph Curry
Not cause I 30 all y'all favorite rappers
But mostly
who goin, I ain't goin nowhere motherfucker
We gon' see, e'rybody who against me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, there's only one problem
Everytime
comin through got paper gotta have it
Under my damn bed
And Im flippin red
If I get caught with keys I goin fed
But that ain't on my mind
No Im not
my song
Brain damage
Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted
up
Slobs be flamin' but my 9 is quicker
I'm crippin' for life so Slobs I'm gonna get ya
Uh, I'm bendin' corners, rollin' rowds in this cut
Drinkin'
Now where it's goin' down?
Now where it's at homeboy?
Whut..whut..whut?
I ain't the type to ask questions
I'm the type of muthafucka ready
goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit
You're watching the makings of a psychopath
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that
tell by the laces, they tight
Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life
And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's
(verse 1)
Yeah this is where I start
Beating come from my heart
Anxiety kicking in heart beatin quicker than a fucking sailfish
But I’m just
rocks with a light switch
Bitch nigga, you about as hard as a dikes clit
I'm goin' as hard ?
After I bought a Sidekick and sent that fag some nice pics
to the 80's
"Hit Me with Your Best Shot," girl I'm off this Bailey's
Me and you baby, one on one, let's have some fun
Me and you baby, one on one, take off yo'
Smack goes to flip the coin
Toss arsonal and Cassidy get
In an argument about who gets to
Pick "tails" as their choice
I said once again I'm here-
need a better start
A quicker push
But we just be distant
And I see what I'm missing
Yeah
I just wanna fix it
And I tried it's not enough
Words are
I'm sending my killers to the store for Patron and Danish
My nigga, my nigga, I would go get it myself, but I'm famous
And I ain't never changing,
get a chance I'ma bust ya
No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
(Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot,
the bread by the foot
And pretty soon I'm gone
Quicker than they could look
Smoke a lotta strong
Smell it all on my hood
Can't play no moe
Goin harder than
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